Transmigrated With A Time Chamber In DxD

“Brother! Let’s FIGHT!!!!!!”

It was already too late. The blonde was so fired up that even if Atid did not consent, he would attack. Fortunately, his fellow compatriot seemed to have a similar ideal.

With a matching grin, Atid also got into a stance.

“Indeed, Brother Igor! I can no longer wait! RAAAA!!!”

“RAAAAA!!!”

Their powerful auras clashed with each other, resulting in a massive explosion engulfing the entire hall.

BOOOOM!

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|DxD|

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Sun Wukong had just arrived at the scene and the sight before him made him freeze for a moment. The entire hall had shattered to pieces, not even leaving the roof behind. The explosive force of their aura had literally blew away everything around them. Even the ground was not spared, to the point that tiles had cracked away to reveal the cracked foundation beneath

*Vein Bulge*

“You brats!!!”

Sun Wukong’s voice was so loud that both boys immediately covered their ears with a wince. Yet while one endured in silence, a certain blonde decided to make his displeasure known.

With blood seeping through his ears, Igor yelled angrily with an expression of grievance.

“Fuck your mother! Shit!”

With his senses having heightened in preparation for battle, the old monkey’s sudden scream nearly made Igor suffer an intense headache due to how loud his yell was. Usually, his body would’ve subconsciously lowered its sensitivity once the sound waves reached his ears. But Sun Wukong’s yell was so loud and concentrated that even if Igor’s senses had regressed to those of a normal, he still bled from his ears.

But Sun Wukong didn’t care about the blonde’s pain. In response to Igor’s yell, he summoned his staff, extended it, and whacked it over the head of the still inebriated blonde.

“Ow! That hurts goddamnit!”

Sun Wukong ignored the blonde and turned towards Atid. He looked at the brownhead with a somewhat disappointed expression.

“How you’ve grown, Atid. You can ignore military regulations now, huh?”

Atid cupped his hands and lowered his head respectfully.

“Good morning, Uncle. I am not ignoring regulations persay. Brother Igor and I did not fight. We merely massaged each other at high speeds.”

“...”

How Atid could say such lies with a straight face always confused Sun Wukong. Ever since he had known the boy, he could spout nonsense without his mouth twitching even once. But none of his escapades compared to this excuse he just delivered.

Truly, the old sage had never heard such bu-

“I see. So why are your clothes torn?”

Atid did not flinch at Sun Wukong’s dry gaze.

“It is an inevitability when our pace transcends the speed of sound. Might I request permission from Uncle to commission for-”

The monkey couldn’t take it anymore. His tolerance was already weighing thin due to Igor’s recent nonsense in Indra’s command room.

Now with Atid’s words, he couldn’t help but place a hand on his forehead.

“Alright! Stop. Just stop. I’ve heard enough of your nonsense. The money to repair the hall will be taken out of your allowance. Is that enough?”

Atid smiled warmly.

“Whatever you deem fit, uncle.”

Sun Wukong rubbed his scalp with a sigh.

[I sometimes forget how annoying Indra’s brat is.]

Turning to face the blonde again, it made him smile when he saw the blonde was still hunched over with his eyes closed and his hands towards his ears.

It was truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Heh~”

He drank in Igor’s appearance, using the blonde to recharge his tolerance bar before turning towards the source who would guzzle it down if given the chance. But, he suddenly had an idea in his mind that made him smile mischievously.

Looking at Atid in a sagely manner, he stroked his beard.

“Before I leave, know that your father knows about this matter. Also, if this hall isn’t rebuilt within a week, I will burn your manga collectio-”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! I’LL BUILD IT! I’LL BUILD IT!”

Atid’s composure took a leave of absence the moment his manga collection was threatened. Many of those were original copies taken directly from the homes of each author. That meant only one existed. If they were burnt…

Atid shivered at the thought.

“Uncle. Please don’t burn it.”

Sun Wukong smiled evilly.

“Hahahaha! Don’t ever get smart with me, kid.”

He then vanished on the spot, leaving Atid with shell-shock and Igor silently cursing his ancestors. If he had stayed to listen to the blonde’s words, then his tolerance bar might’ve really taken a hit.

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|DxD|

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Two weeks had passed since Igor’s arrival at Svargaloka. Due to ‘certain’ reasons, the offensive against Shiva was delayed by another week. Now, the army marched towards the battlefield where Shiva’s army waited for them.

Forming the center squadrons were the deva race. Forming the flanks were a myriad of different races with the crux of them being yokai. Overlooking the army from above was Indra and dozens of different Buddhas and other Devas of the supreme god class. Standing next to him on his right was Sun Wukong, his most trusted partner and aide.

Indra’s army for this fight totalled at a quarter of a million with the Deva race making up 80% of that amount. The strongest amongst the foot-soldiers was around the entry-level of god class. The weakest general that commanded the troops was low-god class while the strongest was peak-god class. Every Buddha hovering in the sky was in the supreme-god class, their individual strength varying.

As for Shiva, while the strength and number of their upper echelons was roughly the same, his foot-soldiers had higher strength on average. This was what Igor could roughly glean from spreading his senses. Having not seen Atid for the past three days, he aimlessly stood to the side and watched troops ready themselves for battle.

The tension in the air was palpable. As the distance between the troops changed from kilometres to metres, intense bloodlust suddenly clouded the air. Igor was taken by surprise by it since never had he ever felt such intense bloodlust. Yet instead of making him scared, he found himself grinning, almost as if he was home. The pressure in the air excited him right down to his subconscious, the aura of intense killing intent stroking his battle-lust. The killing intent he received from Baraquiel had nothing on the collective bloodlust of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

With the armies separated by a distance of 500 metres, they came to a complete standstill. The respective bigshots of each army hovered above without any movements. It was clear that the infantry would fight first.

And fight they would.

“CHARGE!!!”

“““RAAAAAA!!!!!”””

“““FOR THE HEAVENLY KING!!!”””

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH

Everyone rushed forward with compete determination. Some flew in the air while others dashed on the ground. Horses in a supernatural war were completely useless. In fact, they would be considered a liability.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

Igor watched as the armies met in the centre. His eyes were wide open to witness the sight of blood peppering the skies.

His expectations were completely thrown off the roof.

“T-that quickly??? I thought there would be a minute or two before blood started flying!”

Yet what Igor just witnessed was the cold reality. Some unfortunate new recruits tripped over themselves and had a sword to the head break their fall. Some warriors were simply unlucky and came face to face with someone above their level, forcing them to be demoted from soldier to temporary sword sheath.

The minutes drew on, the war getting fiercer. Blood was spilled and souls rose into the skies and sucked into mirrors that would be used to revive them later. This was one of the reasons why the Hindu mythology was so strong. Wars like this happened every month and each warrior did not have to fear a permanent death. But unfortunately, pain still existed.

Soon, war cries were soon replaced by screams of pain accompanied by severed limbs and pierced hearts. Those with lower stamina and power were being gradually sifted out.

Shiva’s army was pushing Indra’s back. The bellows of commanders shouting orders could be heard amongst the serenade of screaming men.

Igor was gradually being introduced to the fact that war was indeed, bloody…very very bloody. The ground had already been dyed red and soldiers tripped over the corpse of their own comrades. The sounds of weapons clashing was replaced by the soft sound of flesh being pierced. Flashy techniques some people trained in their yards were replaced for the simplest of sword swings and spear thrusts. It was impossible to tell friend from foe when everyone had their armour dyed red. They could only attack forward, their weapons piercing whoever was facing them and ignoring whoever had their backs turned to them. Although unsightly, it was not rare for a man to be felled by his own ally in a moment of confusion. Their minds are too chaotic to even sense if someone is from their army or not. And so the sounds of weapons smashing against each other ensued, the desperate screams of soldiers overshadowing the commands of generals.

Yet even as Igor witnessed this, he wasn’t frightened. Rather, he was getting excited. The scent of blood, the killing intent permeating the air, all of this served to make him itch to jump in. It was such an irrational reaction yet the blonde did not question it. To him, it was as simple as feeling hungry or thirsty. The need to jump in and fight was too intrinsic that just like how a starved man would not check food for poison, Igor would not question why he was consumed by the desire to fight.

So while the starved man would wolf down his food…

Su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su

“I can’t hold it anymore.”

…he would embrace his desire. He was so excited that he could no longer stabilise his Kaioken at 60%. Rather, he was subconsciously increasing the multiplier. The need to fight was stroked so rapidly that Igor found it very hard to hold himself back. He had been told by Sun Wukong not to interfere.

But simply watching couldn’t do it for him anymore.

“Sorry, monkey sage.”

Su Su Su Su Su Su Su

“But I can’t stop myself!”

GRUUU…Swoosh!